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I and one other with me loiter'd yet
Still stretches o'er us the blue sky, and thence
And like clear village bells at eventide
heart echo'd to the other back, And ere we parted were there many thoughts That only could find utterance in prayer.
ON AN AIR OF NOVELLO'S,— AVE VERUM.
Comes it to thee with a sound of joy,
Glad-hearted sister mine?
Oh, list again it has sorrowful deeps
Thou hast not fathom'd yet ;
Tears, none who shed forget.
It speaketh of life, - of beautiful life,
A tissue strange and fair,
And dark shades here and there.
ON AN AIR OF NOVELLO's,
It leads the soul to the twilight sky,
And the stars peep forth in turn,
To dim them as they burn.
Speaks it of hope? yes, hope in tears,
From some far distant shore;
Yet sounding, sounds no more.
'Twas the twilight dawn at break of day,
Reckless wanderers they. Is there a path on those towers of air ?. 'Mid ice and cloud a pathway there? Wild are the rocks and interwoven, But betwixt them a path is dimly cloven. Ha! see'st thou aught ? — ’tis a waving plume, And a spear that glances like light through gloom. 'Tis a dashing steed of taintless white: 'Tis a rider's cry — an armed knight. Now high on the crag; now deep in the mist,